My b****y Love

Chapter 8

“Go ahead and say it.” I said after I opened the door to greet Oliver’s now in awe face.

“Wow, you look good Rose. I brought you something to give to you for our second date.” Oliver said, getting a wraped present. SHOOT, I forgot Oliver’s In my room.

“I got you something too, just let me go get it.” I said, running into the house, and down to my room and then back up to Oliver.

“Ok ready?” Oliver asked, handing me the gift.

I unwrapped the gift to find a small necklace with a knife crossing a g*n and under them was a red heart, I had to admit it was amazing. I smiled at it, touching the heart.

“It resembles you and me, the knife and g*n are you and the unbeating red heart is me.” Oliver said, turning me around to see if it fitted.

“Its amazing, I love it. I have something for you to.”I said, handing him the gift that I so nimbly wrapped with my hands.

“Thanks, even though it is normally the guys job to get the girl some thing.” Oliver said, unwrapping the gift to reveal a small metal box.

Oliver opened the box to find a small key chain version of Italy and the Eiffel Tower and a picture of us that we took while in France. Oliver smiled, pulling out his keys for his parents car; which they let him borrow, and put the key chain on with his keys.

“When did you get this?” Oliver asked, fingering the Eiffel Tower.

“When we were in France and Italy, because I thought you would like something to remind you of our official first date.” I said, putting my hands behind my back and swaying side to side.

“Wow, shall we go my dear?” Oliver said, extending a hand in my direction.

“I think we shall,Oliver.” I said, grabbing his hand and heading to his car.

The drive to the resturant didn’t take too much time, because it was maybe ten minutes away.

“Cinzzetti’s?” I asked Oliver, who was just somewhat dragging me to the resturaunt.

“Yea, you liked Italy so much and you also told me of your Italian heritage, I thought you would like a nice place out tonight.” Oliver said, smiling with my favorite smile again.

“Great.” I said, gritting my teeth that I would probably fall in front of the entire resturaunt.

“You’ll be fine.” Oliver said, pushing the door into the somewhat crowded lobby of Cinzzetti’s.

“Two for Haras.” Oliver said to the clerk, who was just in awe at his scent that I had come to ignore over time.

“Right this way.” The waiter said, leading us to a table that was marked reserved.

We got seated, ordered our drinks and then got up to get some food from the buffet that I hadn’t had since mom first took me here for a girls night out. Dad was never the type for going out to eat, just like I am not the type for heels.

“Hmmm, lets see now what should I get?” I said, rubbing my chin to concentrate.

“Rose is that you?” A voice said and I shuddered at it.

“NO, it- it can’t be.” I stammered turning toward the voice. “N-nicoli?” I said, turning toward the guy who ripped out my heart and stepped all over it.

“It has been what four years since we broke up?” Nicoli said, smiling that same jerky smile.

“Five, you vicious criminal.” I said, snarling at him.

“Rose, are you okay?” Oliver said, coming to my side immeadiately and holding my shoulder. Oliver looked up to see Nicoli there, smirking like the bastard he was.

“Fine, just a little trouble is all.” I said turning toward Nicoli and shivering slightly.

“Nicoli I presume?” Oliver said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yea, thats me. Now, kindly take your hands off my girl.” Nicoli said, whoa I was not his girl nor will I be. 

“I’d rather not, because you see Nicoli, I’ve moved on with Oliver and you look the same as when I put your sorry butt in the hospital for two months and I can still hear the sound of your arms crunching and breaking under my boots.” I said, seeing Nicoli wince at the very mention of his arms breaking slowly.

“I still love you Rose, admit you still have any feelings for me.” Nicoli said, WAY off.

“No! I love Oliver, because HE UNDERSTOOD ME WHEN YOU NEVER DID YOU BASTARD!!!!” I yelled only slightly so the resturaunt couldn’t hear me.

“You have grown, Rose, I will have you back no matter what it takes.” Nicoli said, walking slowly backwards toward the darkest corner of the resturaunt. 

I was shivering my butt off in a warm resturaunt and knew I would have trouble as soon as I set one foot in our neighborhood.

“Oliver, let’s go eat.” I said, turning away from where Nicoli left and headed back to our table.

“That was odd, he wasn’t human and I knew it.” I said, picking at my food with tenderness.

“He won’t get to you, I promise with every ounce of my immortal soul that if he even thinks about putting his blood into you he will wish You had killed him slowly and painfully.” Oliver said, lowering his voice to a slight growl.

“He will die so slowly time will look at him in disgust.” I said, putting my game face on for the rouge attack that will happen.

“Dessert or do you want to go?” Oliver asked, holding out his hand.

“Go and don’t forget that I am paying this time.” I said, but Oliver didn’t listen to me and just paid anyway. This was the worst night ever.

Oliver and I got into the car and speed down the highway to my house, where my lovely knives and swords were waiting for me. It was very rare if I defended myself with bare hands, because it only happened a few times.

I went down to my room, threw off my heels into my closet, took off all the jewlry; except Oliver’s necklace, changed into black pants, a t-shirt and put on my fingerless gloves, then I grabbed all the weapons I can carry, and finally I headed outside to ace them all.

The rouges came in a flash of light, not all rouges, it was a mix of good and bad into one giant mixing bowl of vampires. Oliver came beside me, held my hand, and got in a stace to fight all the rouges that were currently there.

“Go home good vampires, its nothing I cannot handle with Oliver.” I said, watching several good vampires leave to narrow down the rouges to fifty. I smiled and tied my hair up.

“You shouldn’t have given me up Rose, I would’ve made you mine forever. But, now you are going to be stubborn, just like your mother.” Nicoli’s voice said from the crowd, I shuddered.

“What about my MOTHER you did you say you lifeless, heart breaking, devil, bastard of a self centered she demon?!!!” I said, FURIOUS enough  to rip Nicoli’s throat out of his body slowly and with as much force as physically possible.

“Uh oh.” Nicoli said, he souldn’t have said that about my mother. 

I WAS ENRAGED to the point to where I would kick Nicoli until he died in slow, horrid agony. I snarled in the air my most famous words I have yet to use on such a special occation.

“You will be dead before you can even say the word.” I said, smiling and charging at mostly Nicoli. That douche was going to regret his very immortal existance when I am done with him.

Oliver took care of the first half, ripping them in half and in unrecognizable shapes, while I took care of the other half, heading for Nicoli. I smiled when the rouges around me just fell, burst into flames and screamed out in mercy, but tonight there was no mercy for these rouges and Nicoli. There was nothing that would get in my way, when Nicoli ran in fear.

“NICOLI, GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!” I said, yelling after the coward.

“I’ll go get him, Rose, I can catch up to him.” Oliver said running after Nicoli and vanishing.

“Be careful Oliver.” I said to the wind.

I killed all that was left of the rouges, interviewing the last one before I ripped his throat out, I had just sat in the street to wait for Oliver to bring back Nicoli so I can grind Nicoli’s face into the street and watch him squirm with pain. I never thought to see that bastard Nicoli again, but I guess he just couldn’t get the fact that if I put you in a hospital: do NOT come back, EVER.

I went inside to pace and to worry, because hey I do love Oliver and I want to enjoy every moment that I can rip out Nicoli’s throat. I crossed out all the faces and gasped. I was only one more away from Phantom, I gripped my chest and stared at the haunting face that I wanted dead. I sat down, with no shiver or something about to go horribly wrong.

“Mom, at long last I will rid this world of Phantom and then I can FINALLY take it easy without worrying about another attack or something else going wrong.” I said to my deceased mother, like I was a crazy girl.

I paced in my room, until…